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015, the ending is just the beginning

There were people standing up in front of chairs

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There were people standing up in front of chairs. It was the day, the day of the twin's funeral. Simon and Kates were an day before theirs. Robin wanted to make the twins's funeral the same day.

There were a lot of people there, family and friends. Deena, Sam and Josh.

There was one boy in particular who stood on the outside, his hands in front as he looked at the two graves. Everybody started leaving at the service was done, getting their things and leaving in their cars.

People stopped to put roses on the graves, they said their goodbyes and left.

Robin looked up as it was now just her, Deena, Sam, and Josh. She looked towards the tree where the young boy was.

"Brandon?" Her shaky voice called out, recognizing her eldest son as he continued to stare at his siblings graves.

The three friends looked up and furrowed their eyebrows as Brandon looked at his mom.

"Hi, mom." He looked over to his two little siblings who also stared at the graves, emotionless etched onto their faces. Brandon walked over to them and kneed down so they can see him. "Hey nuggets, How are you guys?"

Kylie looked up. "Annabelle taught me how to paint my nails good and not mess up."

"Kylie-"

"Jesden taught me and Kyle how to skateboard."

"Hey, nugget-"

"They were going to teach us how to throw knifes like they did."

Kylie kept on rambling making robin furrow her eyebrows. Brandon looked down before looking up at his sister who started full on sobbing now, along with Kyle who shook his head, his sobs could be heard as he tried muffling them.

"They were gonna come back, I promise. They promised, they were gonna come back. Believe me!"

Brandon grabbed his sister and hugged her. The three high schoolers watched the interaction.

"I believe you."
















Brandon stood with his hands in his pockets, he continued staring at the grave, aware of the fact that stood three teenagers next to him who also stared at the graves.

There were four graves, all next together.

Kate Schmidt
An loving daughter and best friend.

Simon kalivoda
An loving son, brother, boyfriend and best friend

Jesden cross
An loving brother, son, and best friend

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